Wasn't it dreadful, his carrying you ?" asked Alice, with a sly glance at Betty.

"You know you are so--so prudish, one may say.

Did he take you in his arms?
It must have been very embarrassing for you, considering your dislike of Mr.Clarke, and he so much in love with--" "You hateful girls," cried Betty, throwing a pillow at Alice, who just managed to dodge it.

"I wish you would go home." "Never mind, Betty.

We will not tease anymore," said Lydia, putting her arm around Betty.